Chapter 3: Tuesday

Alex — Before School

I was in the shower. A guy's supposed to have some damn privacy. Instead, my mother walked into the bathroom, "Alex, Honey? I'm not looking." She said, shielding her eyes. "Lizzie said that Beth told her you two were in the — OH MY GOD! What the hell did they do to you?"

I looked up to see Mom looking at my reflection in the mirror. The shower curtain was see-thru but I couldn't tell what she was looking at. "Mom? What?"

She pulled the curtain aside and turned me, "Oh my god! George!" she shouted and I rolled my eyes, "George, get in here!"

"Mom! Jesus, come on, I'm showerin' here."

"Stacy, what's — whoa, boy, towel." My father had the decency to stay in the hall. "Hon, what the hell?"

"George, get in here and look at what they did to your son."

"Oh jeez!" Dad and I said at the same time. I turned off the water and let Mom turn me all the way around so that Dad could see the bruises on my side. "Mom, I'm fine."

"Hellova hit." Dad said calmly."

"Yeah, caught me and the pad shifted."

"So you weren't naked?" Mom sounded less freaked out.

I shrugged. "Pads only. Jock. They don't stay in place as well without my uniform but I wasn't naked."

"George..." Mom started but Dad raised his hand.

"Ok, I give. I'll call Dutton today."

"You will go down to that school this morning at talk to Principal Giles." Mom said anyway. "And you will talk to Coach Dutton. They are not turning Alex into a mass of bruises just because of some sexual fantasy the school board got pushed through.

"Hon, you supported this Program. You an' April went on an' on 'bout self esteem an' sexual responsibility."

"Don't change the subject. This isn't about the Program, it's about not seeing your son get beat up."

Yeah, because I needed this. "Can I get dressed now?"

"Please!" Dad said with some relief.

I slipped out of the bathroom while my parents fussed at each other. I dressed and checked my e-mails. There was one from Peter.

"Talked to Beth last night," it read, "answer your damn phone. She told me about the program. This week only, no rules just rights. I'll leave my phone on in case you need to call."

All of which was good news since I'd broken just about every rule in the previous 24hours. Lifting the rules meant I could actually start accepting relief — I didn't think I could go a second day naked without cuming. Well, without cuming a lot. It also meant that I could pick my own partners instead of sticking to the pre-approved list; Beth and Brandon, my ex-girlfriend Shelia.

Lisa.

Thinking about her took the strength out of my legs and I landed on the bed trying to hold myself together. Making out with Lisa was so good. She was a total exception because she liked making me cum and then making me swallow my own jizz and Peter got off just thinking about it. She'd get me off but keep just the very tip of my dick between her lips. Then she wouldn't swallow but would kind of coat her tongue with it and then kiss me and push all of it into my mouth. I'd be a fucking rock again before she finished.

I could feel myself trembling, so I took a couple of deep breaths. I couldn't fall apart then. Not then. I didn't know when, but not then. I pushed it all back.

I did what I always did when I needed control. I remembered the Peter's Rules.

Rule one. No running, no jumping no swimming.

Rule two. Full disclosure; I tell Peter everything, always.

Rule three. No cuming without permission.

Rule four. No swearing.

Rule five. No partners without permission.

Rule six. No pain without permission.

Rule seven. I have a master; I call him 'sir.' He owns my dick.

By the time I finished my little mantra, I was feeling more steady. I hit the kitchen for breakfast where Mom spoiled me rotten. Dad drove me to school.

His eyes popped when Stephanie and Beth join me in striping in front of him at the school's front door.

"Hey, Uncle George." Beth kissed his cheek. He swallowed hard as she walked away. It was sick watching my Dad stare at my cousin's ass but since I usually did the same thing, I could hardly blame him. I led him to Giles' office and waited outside while they talked. A few minutes later, Coach Dutton showed up and they all talked some more.

After I was late for class, they called me in to tell me that I would be wearing my uniform for football practice and games — if I was on the field. On the sidelines, I ha to be naked.

Dad said all the right things and they let us leave so he could get to work and I could get to class. He stopped me just before he left the building. "Oh, an' about Leigh..." I was really hoping he wouldn't hear about that. " ... I don't have time ta tell you how many things wrong with that one. You grounded — next week. I'd do it this week, but," He grinned sadistically, "it wouldn't do for you ta miss out on all the school events an' what not, would it?"

"Thanks, Dad. You're all heart." He let me get away with the tone. My Grandfather would have popped me.

"Glad to see you could join us, Mr. McElroy." Mr Wilson, my Lit teacher said, "Take your seat. Alright, so what do we think of Angelo?" No one responded. "OK, of the Duke? OK, did anyone actually do last night's reading?" A few hands went up around the room. "Well, at least you're an honest bunch. Mr. Phelps, please tell us the gist of the plot. Just the basics."

"This Duke wanted ta leave town but couldn't or something so he got his vice ta cover for him and the guy does uh nun an' this other girl." He answered.

Mr. Wilson nodded his head, "OK, you at least cracked the spine. Can anyone else give us a clearer picture? Ms. Hall?"

"Didn't he do the nun ta keep from killing her brother?" Mr. Wilson nodded, "Except it wasn't the nun in the bed, it was like his ex-girlfriend but he didn't know it an' tried ta killed the brother anyway."

"Close. Ok. Good. Why did he want to kill the brother? Anyone?"

Slowly, the plot of the play came out. Some of it sounds familiar. I had opened the book and flipped the pages but it wouldn't be accurate to say I read it. I looked at the words. Sex and dirty politics. "Sounds like last week's headline." I cracked to the guy next to me.

Wilson heard me. "Say again, Mr. McElroy?"

I shrugged, "I said it sounds like something out of the current news."

"So would we agree that this is nothing new, a politician breaking the very law he passed?" the class agreed. "Would we say that this plot, then, is fairly timeless? That sex and politics was the same then as it is now?" The class agreed again. "This, Ladies and Gentlemen is why we still read Shakespeare. Extra credit assignment: Find me an article in the news — any media — that typifies the themes in the play." He went on until break time.

Since Tuesday/Thursday classes are half hour longer than Monday/Wednesday/Friday, we got a ten-minute break in the middle of them. I went to the nearest girl's room and waited. A couple girls let me cut the line in front of them and for some reason, despite the fact that there were a dozen girls in line, all the ones in the bathroom were doing their hair — all six stalls were suddenly empty.

I looked at the line, shrugged and used the john. "I got uh sister," I said as I washed my hands, "I know girls fart." As I left, there was a mad dash for the stall doors. I shook my head.

When I got back in the classroom, Wilson was calling people down to the front of the room. "Mr. Phelps, The Duke. Mr. Janey, Claudio. Ah, Mr. McElroy, Angelo." I grabbed my book and joined the group down front. We didn't read the whole thing, just enough to get the point of each scene. Wilson made us get up and kind of act out each bit. It was lame, but it was better that sitting there and listening to him lecture. Jeannie Jessup read Isabella. Jeannie was painfully shy anyway, but standing next to me, she was damn near shaking. I guessed the naked thing unnerved her. Either that or my near constant boner.

"I am come to know your pleasure." She read and the room erupted into giggles and guffaws.

When I said "sweet uncleanness", Jeannie took a step back and, almost unconsciously, I grabbed her arm and held it. I held her still through the next couple of lines about how she'd rather die herself than sleep with me. I smiled. I liked this Isabella; she'd fight back; Jeannie could learn from her. "You must lay down the treasures of your body." I read. Jeannie, actually was pretty hot. Somehow, I didn't remember noticing that before. She yanked her arm away from me and took a serious step back. I got a grip on myself and remembered that I was reading a play in lit class — not playing 'rape' with my 'boy-toy' Brandon. "It kinda goes on like that, right?" I asked, hoping Wilson got the hint.

"OK. Yeah." Wilson looked at me, at Jeannie and then started flipping pages. "Yeah, so Angelo makes an indecent proposal, Isabella categorically refuses him. Let's pick up on Act three, scene one. Claudio, 'what's the comfort?'."

I sat down and used the book to cover my erection. I didn't stand up for the rest of the reading; no one argued the point. After class, naked Brenda, sat next to me, "You ok?"

"I'm cool." I didn't want to discuss it but since I could see Wilson talking quietly with Jeannie, I figured I was going to be in Ms. Pat's office shortly. "Look, Brenda, Jeannie just pushes my buttons, right? Was it that bad?"

"Brought the script ta life."

"Shit."

We watched Jeannie leave the room and Wilson moved quickly to us. "Look, this NiS Program is going to take some time for us all to adjust to. This was my fault — I shouldn't have had you read Angelo; you're just such a perfect cast..." He stopped short like he hadn't mean to say that aloud. "Look, give Jeannie some space this week; that whole scene made her a little uncomfortable, OK?"

"Yeah," I tried to sound more relaxed than I felt, "no problem. It's all good. I'll e-mail her an apology."

"Good." He started to pat me on the knee and stopped awkwardly. His hand landed on his own thigh. "Good. You two have class, now, right?"

We did. We left the room and in the hall Brenda snickered, "I had no idea."

"What?"

"Wilson. I didn't know he was gay."

I stopped and looked back at the classroom. "Wilson?"

"Ok, lots of guys avoid looking at me dressed, but naked, even guys who've harassed me about being fat can't help looking. But I don't think Wilson's eyes got above your waist all class." She laughed outright. "I guess I thought that the faculty would be immune ta our charms."

"Why?" I shrugged, still thinking about Mr. Wilson. "They get horny too."

"Yeah, I guess. Gotta run. I got PE next, an' I'm already failing it."

"How do you fail PE?" I asked. She's not that big. Actually, Peter was actively trying to hook up with her until we found out she's a lez.

"Tell the instructor that you disagree with the program on the grounds that it makes weight a moral issue."

"Oh, Christ."

"Oh yeah, teachers love it when you interrupt class with crap like that." She laughed again; she had a really easy laugh. "See you at lunch."

Beth — Third Period

Actually, I enjoy history class. I like modern more than ancient and this semester we were covering World War II thru Korea; I was looking forward to it.

As I came through the classroom door, Mr. Davis called me down to the front of the room. Jared was already there looking mortified. "Why don't you two just stand here until the rest of the class gets here?" He was sitting behind his desk, watching us. Jared and I stood there silently for a while, both occasionally looking back at Mr. Davis. He was actually leering.

Jared leaned over to me. "Ok, is it just me, or does Davis creep you out?"

"Oh yeah; he makes my skin crawl." I whispered back. Jared nodded and went back to standing there.

When the bell rang, Mr. Davis got up and closed the door. "Ok, Naked in School. We have a new program called Naked in School." He was disturbingly gleeful as he made his way around the classroom. "Jared, turn around. Let them all see you." Jared turned slowly. I could see that he enjoyed this even less than I did. "Now you, Beth. Now, Beth is what we used to call back in the day a brick house 'cause she's nicely build." There was a nervous titter around the room. "I don't know about men. What do we think ladies, is Jared a male brick house? Good looking? Packing?" There were a few murmurs of agreement.

I looked at him. Mr. Davis was making everyone uncomfortable but it wasn't going to get any better if we didn't play along. "I think Jared's pretty hot." I said. Jared looked at me surprised.

"Really?" He's expression was doubly confused.

"Really." I said with my expression trying to get him to play along.

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Beth's sorta hot too. For a girl. I mean, she's hot, I'm just not that way."

"So you've tried it with a girl and just found you like boys more?" Mr. Davis asked. "You did some experimenting?"

"Uh." Jared's jaws got tight. "No. Not really. I just, I just always knew." He glanced at me. "Do we have to do this?"

"It's important for your own development." Mr. Davis said. "It's important that your classmates understand." Jared sighed and I mouthed 'sorry'. "So you don't like girls."

"No."

"At all."

"They're friends. I mean, I don't hate girls but no, I don't want to do it with them."

"But you've never tried it." Jared shook his head. "Well you should try it."

"Oh, uh, no..." Jared started as I began, "If he doesn't want to..."

"Nonsense. You both need relief, you're both young, attractive, naked ... I think you should try a girl. See if maybe you haven't made a mistake."

"Did my father put you up to this?" Jared sounded frustrated.

"Now why would he do that?"

"Listen," I jumped in, "I don't really need relief this morning so..."

"Yeah, I'm not in need, really, either." Jared said, but he had a hard-on as he said it.

"Use my desk." Mr. Davis said. It had an air of finality about it, as if he expected us to just do it.

Jared and I looked at each other. Finally, I shrugged. "I'll do you."

"You don't have to." He said. "He can't make us."

I half smiled and told the truth. "Actually, I'd volunteer for you anyway. I mean, if you'd want. Not like this..."

"Oh." He grinned shyly. "Thanks. Uh, should I lean or do you want..."

"Oh, I can sit. Well, not. I guess you should..."

"Stop!" Mr. Davis shouted. "Beth, I've seen you in every corner of the building. I know you know how to do this." I blushed more from anger than embarrassment. He came down to the front of the room. "Come here girl and lie down." He had me lie on my back on his desk. "Now, you get on top."

Jared bulked. "69? I thought..."

"That's her doing you. You need to do her. Get up here."

Jared rolled his eyes, looked apologetically at me and climbed on the desk. Mr. Davis sat in his chair and leered at us. "Well, go on."

Jared's dick hung over my face. He really was reasonably well-hung — not too big, not too small — and had very little hair. I put my fingers on his shaft and stroked up and down. He shivered. It wasn't as if I didn't like sucking a guy off. I did and I liked Jared too. I was even almost ok with doing it in front of a classroom. But Mr. Davis ogling us like some porno made the whole thing feel somehow wrong. Then suddenly, Jared's tongue licked my whole slit from one end to the other and I shivered. It felt glorious. I put my lips on the crown of his dick and sucked deeply. Someone in class swore. It may not have been true that Mr. Davis had seen me all over the building but I couldn't deny that I knew how to blow a guy.

Jared moaned and I could feel the vibrations through his lips. I groaned in response and made sure he could feel me. He responded by sucking my clit like a little dick. It was very intense and after only a few minutes, my hips were bucking against him. It was too intense, actually, and I sucked on him hard to try to draw his attention away from me. I could hear distantly the quiet gasps of my classmates and the slightly sickening groans of my teacher but I just tried to focus on making Jared feel really good.

Suddenly his face pulled away from me. "Oh geez! Oh! Oh! Be-be-be-th!" He went inarticulate and came in my mouth. I had just enough space to swallow without choking. He collapsed and then rolled beside me. He lay gasping for a moment. "Wow." I couldn't help blushing.

I sat up and wiped my mouth. As I did, I glanced at Mr. Davis. He head was leaned back, eyes closed and he was fondling his own now-limp dick. Jared must have seen him as well because he sat up and turned away from our teacher. "I did not need to see that." He muttered. He glanced at me. "Was that, y'know, good?"

I smiled. "Very good." I lied. "Anytime you wanna switch sides you just let me know."

"Uh, yeah." He looked traumatized. "I'll do that." He got up and made an awkward gesture like he wanted to cover himself but had nothing to cover with.

Behind us, I heard Mr. Davis zip up. "Ok, people. Let's get to today's lesson." I slipped off the desk and hurried to my seat.

Jared sat beside me and leaned close. "Would you mind terribly if I never mention that that happened?"

"Sorry." I whispered back. "I wouldn't have gone through with it if I'd known it would be so traumatic."

"No, not that. I mean, Steven's kinda touchy 'bout this kind of thing. His last boyfriend went straight on him and I don't want him to think, y'know..."

I had forgotten that Jared actually had a boyfriend. "What about the Program? He knows about relief this week, right?"

"He ain't happy 'bout it."

"If you two want to try that again," Mr. Davis interrupted our conversation, "I can turn the floor back over to you. I'm sure that once Jared has enough experience, you'll revert to more normal behavior." We pulled away from each other. "No? Well, be prepared to try again on Thursday." He went back to Germany and the aftermath of WWI. I started trying to think of ways to get out of Thursday's class.

Alex - Lunch

"Figures." A familiar voice snapped behind me. I looked around and saw Doug Alsop in the cafeteria line. "Naturally, he takes the last calzone."

I had just been picking up lunch but I actually looked at the counter and he was right. "Take it." I wasn't really hungry anyway."

He scowled at me. "You've given me enough." he sneered. He dropped his tray and stormed past me. I hadn't seen Doug since the funeral and I'd never given him anything so I had no clue what he was talking about. I followed him out through the lunchroom and into the hallway. When he realized I was following, he whirled on me. "What now?"

"You tell me." I snapped back. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Me? My problem?" He got in my face and I felt the muscle in my arm twitch. "You. That's my problem. You and the fact that you even stole her death from me." I knew he meant Lisa but I still didn't know what he was talking about. "Oh, don't give me that 'poor Alex' bullshit. You could care less about her — you just lost your favorite cheerleader to bone."

"Excuse me?"

"Save it! You took advantage of her 'cause she just wanted someone — anyone — to pay attention to her. She was totally stuck on you and you totally abused that."

"Hey! You don't know shit 'bout me an' Lisa." But the comment did strike a little close to home; I'd wondered why she kept me around.

"You think I didn't know you still doin' her?" He gestured around us. "Whole damn school know. She's the first girl I ever went steady with an' you stole her out from under me. Poor fuckin' Alex. His girlfriend died. She was my girlfriend, asshole, mine!" He shoved me like I was deny it.

"Hey!"

"She wasn't special to you. She was just one more hole."

Which is when I started pounding him. A couple shots into it, he grabbed me and we both wound up rolling around on the floor. Someone yelled, "fight!" and someone else yelled "naked fight!" A minute later, several someones pulled us apart. We got sent to Giles' office and from there, to Ms. Pat.

She looked at us for a few minutes. "So. Are you going to tell me what this was about?" Doug and I glared at each other and shrugged. "Ok, united front. Heaven forbid either of you actually believe I'm here to help. Let's start with I'm not stupid — I know this is about Lisa Hunter. Do you want to share some specifics or do I schedule counseling sessions for you two for the rest of the semester?" Doug and I shrugged again; she sighed. "Ok. Fine. Doug, let's see you Monday's at 9:30. Alex, Monday at 10. I'll inform your teachers and your parents." She made some notes on her calendar. "Now, if you two can shake hands, I'll send you back to class."

Doug and I let our hand pass each other's in a vague un-hand-shake like manner but it was enough to get her nod of approval.

"Just a minute, Alex." She said before the door could close. "This was your last strike, you know. I talked Mr. Giles out of suspending you for three days but I won't be able to do that again. And apart to the damage it would do to your status on the football team and to your grades, you would have to repeat your NiS week. So as it stands, Mr. McElroy, you owe me." She smiled — a bit smugly — over her glasses and I decided that, first, she wasn't half bad looking and second, I still didn't like her.

"So how you aim on collecting?"

"A little faith that I'm not your enemy? You know, I thought we were past this. You were like this years ago. Then, you just stopped." She paused and looked at me oddly. "You told me you were submissive; was Lisa your Dominant? Is that part of what's going on?"

I laughed outright. "You ain't know Lisa real well, did you? She 'bout as dominant as you is." I made the comment rather off-hand but once I said it, I realized that it was true. She was a naturally submissive woman, which was part of what bugged me about her — I never could stand submissive girls. Submissive boys were a different subject but I liked women who knew how to bust my balls. Lisa was a special case; I couldn't resist her. Women like Ms. Pat, however, generally, push all the wrong buttons with me. They make me want to see just how far I can push them. I closed the door and took a step toward her desk. "Who's your Dom? Principal Giles?"

She blushed and looked away. "My personal life is none of your concern, young man." She licked her lips and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

I moved around and sat on the corner of the desk right next to her. My rock hard — again, still — dick was practically in her face. "You up in my business, Pat. Figure I can ask 'bout yours."

"It doesn't work that way." She kept trying not to look at It but she was so looking at it.

"Hey Pat, you like what you lookin' at?"

She cleared her throat and began shuffling papers on her desk. "Ms. Pat, thank you. Don't you have a class to get to?"

"I can be late. You gonna write me a note. Right, Pat?"

"I think you should leave my office now." Her voice was a little rushed and I could see her tits heaving like she was breathing heavily. I figured it would take twenty minutes to peel those panties all the way off. I used to be a really good guesser at things like that. "You shouldn't speak to me like this."

"Yeah, but you like a man tell you what to do."

"We're not discussing what I like." She finished with the papers and began sorting paper clips.

"Hey, Pat," I almost felt her heart and mine beating in tandem. "I bet you real good with them lips." I hadn't noticed how full her lips were before.

"Alex!" She stood up suddenly. "I realize that the program makes some allowances for faculty-student interaction," I have got to read that brochure, I thought. "but this would be unacceptable even under those circumstances. This is not something I could pursue in the manner you are suggesting."

Got her! "I ain't suggestin' nothin', Pat."

She closed her eyes and summoned some resolve. "You need to go to your class now, Alex."

"You getting' all worked up, Pat."

"Stop calling me that!"

"What you want me ta call you, Pat?"

"I want you to go to class now."

I could see the clock on the wall behind her and did a little mental math. I could either stay here and maybe get lucky or I could get to class on time and be guaranteed 'relief'. I stood up and took a step back. "Alright. I'm going." I headed for her door and paused just before I opened it. "We can pick this up Monday 10am, right?"

Beth — Fifth Period

I stood in the front of the class, arms and legs spread, while my classmates pointed to body parts and named them in French. My assignment was to make up a sentence each time they named a part correctly.

Mes seins ont froid dans cette pièce.
Je m'assieds sur mon bout.
Non, vous ne pouvez pas embrasser mes pieds.
Mon cou est élégant.

I was trying to think of a sentence that uses 'vulve' when Madam Spradlin said, "Nous ne discuterons pas la vulve de Mme McElroy dans cette classe aujourd'hui." She tapped my arms gently and I put them down. "I think that's enough. Tres bien. Merci, Mme McElroy, Vous pouvez prendre votre place." Class moved to the more textbook area of 're' verb conjugation.

I tried to concentrate on my verbs and not Hank Kliever, who was on the boy's swim team that year, and was staring at me from diagonally two seats away. It wasn't that he was bad looking or anything, it was that I wasn't used to being stared at with such undisguised lust. I sort of assumed that nothing really dangerous would happen — could happen — on school grounds during the Program. But the way he was staring made me think of all the unsupervised corners of the school and vow to avoid them.

The rest of French, I realized that Hank wasn't the only one staring. I had declined Relief to several disappointed groans and now most of the boys in class were stealing glances at me. Some of the girls were too but I'd been in the locker room with most of them over the years so they were a little more subtle.

The Relief thing was becoming a problem. So far I had let three guys try it and none of them had done anything more than get me hot and frustrated. I had hoped that this week would end my little 'problem' but it was shaping up to be more of the same.

My problem was that I didn't orgasm. Or at least not easily. My brother Peter, Alex and I had spent a couple years trying to 'flip the switch' and most of the time, I'd just wind up wet and sore. We did find the magic button once. We went to Sydney the same year Peter went to the Beijing Olympics. We met this college guy who was hung like a horse. Alex thought big might help and he seemed to be right. I was the center of a four-way and came so hard I passed out. But after that, the only way I'd hit it was if I was trashed. And I only get trashed with Alex. I tried it with my ex-boyfriend Shawn but it just didn't work with him. So, my choices were to fool around and not get off myself or get ripped drunk with my cousin and let him do me. Somehow, it just didn't seem fair.

"Mme McElroy!" A ruler landed on my desk and I jumped with a screech. Most of the class laughed. "Vous aimez prendre un petit somme?"

I tried to translate the question. "Uh, non, j'aime prendre un grand somme?"

"You don't want to take a nap, you want to go to bed?" Madam Spradlin said as some of the better students laughed. "Are we boring you or is being dishabille very tiring for you?" She tiled her head. "Dishabille means... ?"

"Uh," I thought a minute. "Undressed?"

"Tres bien." She moved away from my desk and went on with the vocabulary lesson I had missed. I glanced around the room; Hank was still staring at me. He looked away when he saw me looking at him. I just prayed class — and the week — would end soon.

Alex — Sixth Period

Khalid was in the Ballroom Club. He wasn't on the team, but he was in the club.

"Do either of you need relief?" Fuentes asked as we came through the door.

I couldn't help thinking of Brandon who graduated last year and was a phenomenal dancer. Oh fuck yes, I thought, once was not enough. Ms. Pat was still on my mind. Leigh was in the back of the room but thankfully, she didn't move — I couldn't handle that twice. "Uh, yeah, I could use uh hand." Khalid shrugged.

Fuentes waved his hand. "Alright, five minutes."

"Don't we get volunteers?" Khalid asked.

"You got five minutes ta show off. Then I get my class back. Neither uh you need any help, I'm sure."

I could see Leigh trying not to smile too broadly. I'll bet she loved that. I closed my eyes, grabbed my dick and thought of Brandon going down on me. I didn't worry about finesse or putting on a show, I just beat off as fast as I could. That's right fuck toy, I thought, jack off for everybody amusement. I could hear Khalid next to me groan softly. Then, out of the blue, it hit me.